Impending Hurricane

Chapter One

I finished typing up the last report on my computer. I was finally done for, well for the next two days as well. The miraculous and always appreciated Friday has arrived and I was determined to let lose tonight to get my mind off a certain brown hair Adonis that has been plagueing my every dream and fantasy. I needed to distract myself from his hyptontizing cerrulean irises. I could get lost in them forever if I didn't have my one ounce left of willpower around him.

I turned off my computer and headed towards the elevator. I jumped in once the doors opened and turned to press the GARAGE button. Though before they could close a hand shot through to stop them. When they opened I was met with the dark blue peepholes I see every morning in the mirror.

"What's up, shorty?" My brother, Leo questioned. I internally groaned at his nickname. It wasn't even one of his creative ones, either.

"For the last time, you doofus, I'm almost the same height as you." I shot back at him.

"And for the last time, prissy pants, only in heels."

"They are only three inches. Not much."

"Whatever keeps you from poisoning my cheerios, princess." He laughed back.

We had just made it to the garage. I headed towards my car which was conveniently parked next to his.

"Are you going to Nightcrawler tonight?" He asked. It was a well known dance club a few blocks from the apartment.

"Yep," I said popping the 'p'.

"Thing One and Thing Two as well?"

"Yeah, Penny and Emma are going." I answered. He had this ongoing irritation with my two best friends. You would think that after seven years of friendship he would get over it. Nope, his irritation with them is still as fresh as the day I introduced them.

"Good, just make sure I don't wake up in the middle of the night to a woman trying to pull my pants down. If that happens you all can sleep in the hall." I chuckled at the memory if hearing my brother howl in surprise of finding an very drunk Penny on top if him at two in the morning, trying to slide down his britches. That definitely made for an awkward breakfast the next morning.

"Says the guy who never turns down a good lay. Honestly, my earphones can only go so loud. Eventually you will have to explain to Mum and Paps why there is a huge dent on the wall behind your headboard."

"If you hate it so much, go stay with one of you friends for the night then."

"I may as well bloody move in with them, if I were to do that. Seriously though, I don't want to come home one day to find a woman at our day claiming to be the mother of your love child. You better be covering your willy."

"Okay, okay. Nala, shut up. I am not going to talk about this with you."

"Okay, okay grumpy pants. Geesh, who pissed in your cheerios this morning."

He just laughed. "Nobody, but how would you like it if I always mentioned your love life."

"Well, considering it is nonexistent currently and that I am still a virgin, my cherry still isn't popped yet, we don't have that problem."

"Hypothetically."

"Hypothetically, it would still be nonexistent too."

"Got to get back on the saddle soon, baby girl. Years are passing you by."

"I'm only twenty-three, grandpa."

"Who are you calling grandpa? I'm only twenty-eight, wrinkle free, with no gray hairs showing yet."